Unlikely messiah

Bob Dylan rarely leans over his front fence. And though he's got messy hair, he's always been an unlikely messiah (of folk music anyway).

I mean, what would some parent say to his kid if the kid came home with a glass eye, a Charlie Mingus record and a pocketful of feathers? He'd say, 'Who are you following?' And the poor kid would have to stand there with water in his shoes, a bow tie on his ear and soot pouring out of his belly button and say, 'Jazz. Father, I've been following jazz.'